Friday, November 12, 2010

Late Fall Camping

Goodtimes at 30degF...Having a fire, and camping. What else could on ask for.

Witer is HERE

Koryn and I made it to the top of OLD MONARCH PASS, but with the use of 4WD and a shovel a few times. Winters here in Colorado and the Ski season is upon us.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

690 Totaled

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Colorado Peak Bagging on the 690

Rampart Range Road on the way out of town

OLD Monarch Pass

Looking outward from 10,000+ feet

Marshall Pass

Sunday, August 16, 2009

How long has it been?

My NEW Ride. Thanks Phil Hess at the Colorado Cyclist!

Koryns resto via rattlecan yellow on a 1964 Schwinn Cruiser w/2.25 MTB tires! Check the Brooks saddle out...

And the new hog in the stable...


Saturday, April 07, 2007

Friday, January 12, 2007


AUG. 1
Moved to our new home in Denver. It is so beautiful
here. The city is so picturesque. Can hardly wait to see it
covered with snow. I LOVE IT HERE

OCT. 14
Denver is the most beautiful place on earth. The leaves
are turning all different colors. I love the shades of red and
orange. Went for a ride through the hills and saw some deer.

They are so graceful. Certainly they are the most peaceful animals on earth. This
must be paradise. I LOVE IT HERE.

NOV. 11
Deer season will open soon. I can not imagine anyone
wanting to kill such an elegant creature. The very symbol
of peace and tranquility. Hope it will snow soon. I LOVE IT

DEC. 2
It snowed last night. Woke up to find everything blanketed
in white. It looked like a postcard. Went outside and cleaned
snow off the steps and shoveled the drive way. We had
a snowball fight today (I won).When the snowplow came by
we had to shovel the driveway again. What a beautiful place.
Mother Nature in perfect harmony. I LOVE IT HERE.

DEC. 12
More snow last night. I love it. The snowplow did his trick
again that rascal. A winter wonderland. Wonder where all those

snowplows are? I LOVE IT HERE.

DEC. 19
Snowed again last night. Couldn't get out of the driveway to
get to work this time. I'm exhausted from shoveling.
Damn Snowplow!

DEC. 22
More of that white shit fell last night. I've got blisters on my
hands from shoveling. I think the snowplow hides around
the corner and waits until I'm done shoveling. That asshole!!!

DEC. 25
"White Christmas" my busted ass. More snow. If I ever get
my hands on that son-of-a-bitch who drives that snowplow,
I swear I will castrate the dumb bastard. Don't know why
they don't use more salt on this freaking ice!

DEC. 28
More of the same shit last night . Been inside since Christmas
day except for when "Snowplow Harry" comes by. Can't go
anywhere. The car is buried in a mountain of white shit.
The weatherman says expect another 10 inches of this shit
tonight. Do you know how many shovels full of snow 10
inches is?

JAN. 1
Happy freaking New Year My Ass!!. The weatherman was
wrong (AGAIN). We got 34 inches of snow this time. At this
rate it won't melt until the 4th of July. The snowplow got
stuck down the road and shit for brains had the balls to
come to the door and ask to borrow my shovel. I told him
I broke 6 shovels already, shoveling out the shit he plowed
into my driveway. I broke the 7th shovel over his head.

JAN. 4
Finally got out of the house today. Went to the store to get
food and on the way back a deer ran out in front of the car
and I hit the damn deer. Did about $3,000.00 damage to the
car. Wish the hunters would have killed them all last November.

Took the car to the garage in town today. Would you believe
the body is rotting away from all the Crap they keep dumping
All over the roads. It really looks like a piece of shit.

MAY 10
Moved to Florida today. I can not imagine why anyone in
their right mind would want to live in the God forsaken State
of Colorado.

Friday, April 21, 2006

It’s a different world up here.

I’ve been in Alaska for a short period of time, and well long enough to get a feel for climate, geographic bearing, and a sense of the social dynamics that come with a population of 800. The weather is much like the Pacific Northwest, but with a twist, it’s much more unpredictable here, we have spots of sunshine and snow storms all in on afternoon. Judging from the pass from Canada to town (the only road outa here) I will have ample skiing here all year round, I’m sitting in town (21 blocks long and 4 blocks wide) that is in a small valley located at sea level, encompassed by snow covered mountains, a fjord that is fueled with sea water from the Pacific Ocean, and not much else but views here…I mean no Movie theater, not a single chain franchise (well with the exception of a seasonal StarBucks Coffee), no free Wi-Fi, basically take everything that you’ve taken for granted and toss it out the window! No UPS or Fed-Ex delivery, No Clothing Stores, No Automotive Repair shop, ete.,.

But the hikes are amazing! Views? You ask? The kind of views that make a National Geographic Magazine Cover. Period. It’s that good! Ravens, Crows, and Bald Eagles swarm in the sun filled skies, while Bear, Moose, Caribou, Rams, and Mountain Goats claim the land as home. Let’s see what about the sea? Well, we get fresh fish every week at the dock, Salmon, Shrimp, Crab, you name it…

As for publishing this stuff please understand it’s a different world up here! People move slower and getting to a connection to upload my stories may take sometime, but nevertheless, please keep in touch for more updates to come as I figure out to adapt to the land that time forgot.

It truly is paradise up here if you can find a way to make a living!

Take care,

Billy Holmes

Monday, March 20, 2006

Ok once again it’s been forever since my last update, but what am I to write about work? So something exciting has happened! I’m moving to Alaska for the Spring/Summer, that’s right Alaska?!?! The land of Fjord’s, Glaciers, Bears, and all-you-can eat Salmon (just remember bears eat first).

Seeing that I’ll have something like 20+hours of daylight I hope to be able to do some fun stuff, I’ve compiled a list of things to do.
  • Tele Ski on a Glacier.
  • Float a Kayak on a lake with Ice surroundings.
  • Resort to the Hunter and Gatherer life style and catch my own food.
  • Watch some 3000 bald eagles feast on salmon during spawning season.
  • See a bear face-to-face and hopefully live to tell the story (fingers crossed).
  • Take a Flight to a remote lake for the weekend and stay in a cabin.

The list will be updated as I learn more about AK!

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

I though it was Funny!

Monday, January 23, 2006


One of my back in the day riding partners and GOOD friend Terry Beenken is up and running with his new BIZ... So check out just a small preveiw of what Terry has for sale, and email him if you want the goods!

email Terry Beenken HERE!!!





Thursday, January 19, 2006

Management vs. Engineers

Blackie sent me this email a while back...

A man in a hot air balloon realized he was lost. He reduced altitude
and spotted a woman below. He descended a bit more and shouted, "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."

The woman below replied,
"You are in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You are between 40 and 41 degrees north latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees west longitude."

"You must be an engineer," said the balloonist.

"I am," replied the woman, "How did you know?"

"Well," answered the balloonist, "everything you told me is technically
correct, but I have no idea what to make of your information, and the
fact is I am still lost. Frankly, you've not been much help so far."

The woman below responded, "You must be a manager."

"I am," replied the balloonist, "but how did you know?"

"Well," said the woman, "you don't know where you are or where you are going. You have risen to where you are due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise which you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. The fact is you are in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow, it's my fault."

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

healing up nicely

I’ve been healing up nicely and in that time I’ve been laying low thinking of something to post on this silly ass site, my thought’s where something serious and to the point, but then I decided that enough of that stuff is floating around I went into fail-safe mode and decided your read this because of my useless babble!

So my question is weighing on my heavily, and I’m going to need some help from you to figure this one out!

“Where do DUST BUNNIES come from?” I’m having a hard time figuring it out! I keep cleaning the house (destroying populations) and then a few hours later, I’ll see a rouge Dust Bunny (DB) moving across the floor with out noise, almost stealth like, as if is was hovering about the wood floors to relocate. It’s truly an eerie felling knowing that the unknown is living, breading, and playing in your house with –or- with out your presence!

I’ve decided the best form of understanding the DB is by researching what my fellow inter-web users have posted, using the most common method…duh, Google it! Yes it’s the surfer’s way, don’t know the answer? Google it. So I’ve found no sound information as the origin of the DB, but many people are plagued by the population of DB, and better yet in some cases the OVER POPULATION of unwelcome DB!

Facts about the DB:

-DB are very prolific. There is no such thing as ONE DB. Left to their own vices, DB will reproduce at alarming rates.

-DB need a quiet, dark place to make a hutch or home, under beds and dressers are the ideal spots. Don't be surprised if you catch them crawling the walls and hanging from the chandeliers (how do they do that?).

-Now that the heating season in here, make sure that you have collected your DB off of the heaters and registers. Burnt fur does not smell very good!
I need more information, so please email me if you have any input to the issue!

Monday, December 12, 2005

broken clavicle + plate w/6 screws + surgery = 2 months of boredom!

It's not going to be a long entry, because typing w/ my left hand is taking forever!

It's been 4 days since surgery and today was my post operation check-up so all I can think of is a special thanks list to everyone that helped me over the past week.

-Allison Dunlap thanks for hooking me up with Dr. Weinstein of Premier Orthopedics (719) 570-7272 he truly is the best shoulder Dr. EVER!

-Kelli Emmett and Koryn Stoner for checking up on me and taking really good care of an old guy.

-My roommate Dougie for surrendering his portion of our living room for my make-shift recovery room/bed room.

-Mom, Dad, and my Sister for calling everyday to make sure everything is ok, and even my dad who would have jumped on a jet to come help for a few days!

Click here: Allison's Shoulder Surgery

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

The Thanksgiving Day Ride...

It was a damn good time to do a townie ride with my friends and fellow cyclists, nothing like burning some calories before the "Turkey Day" FEAST! Yes I did 2+ hours in my "Engineering Over-Alls" and casual attire, that's the benefit of not training anymore, I'm a recreational rider and feel I should dress the part...

==================This is worth the read!!!==================
Anger Management:

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know.
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello." I politely said, "This is Chris. Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?" Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f**in number!" and the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled "You're an asshole!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up. When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic "asshole calling" would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Verizon. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?" He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!" One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for that spot, but the idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his back window which included his phone number, so I wrote down the number. A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole (I had his number on speed dial) I thought that I'd better call the BMW asshole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
"Yes, it is", he said.
"Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked.
"Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, in Vaucluse. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front."
"What's your name?" I asked.
"My name is Don Hansen," he said.
"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"
"I'm home every evening after five."
"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"
"Don, you're an asshole!" Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call. Then I came up with an idea. I called Asshole #1.
"You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.)
"Are you still there?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Stop calling me," he screamed.
"Make me," I said.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Don Hansen."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"Asshole, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers." I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole," and hung up.
Then I called Asshole #2. "Hello?" he said.
"Hello, asshole," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
"You'll what?" I said.
"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.
I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now." Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover. Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse. I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray. I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead police helicopter and a news crew. NOW I feel much better.
Anger management really works...